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“...Uh Rumi…are you…ok?”
“Mhm! I’m fine, just..fine.”
Mira narrowed her eyes.
Rumi was wearing a sports bra and a closely fitting tanktop, her hair in a casual ponytail, a few strands falling around her face and despite the very distracting view, Mira noticed Rumi was leaning back ever so slightly, one hand on the desk, the other clenching and unclenching on the arm of her chair…and her patterns were flickering. Mira couldn’t quite make out the colour under the light of Rumi’s desk lamp but they seemed to be flaring at random intervals.
Something was definitely up.
For one thing-
“Where’s Zoey?”
Rumi suddenly smiled, that lopsided, slow smile that made her eyes twinkle with mischief.
“Hmmm..Zoey…Zoey’s a little occupied, right now.”
Mira leant her cheek on her hand, brow furrowed, mind whirling.
What on earth were these two up to?-
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24 Apr 2026
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Rumi has been cast in a TV drama, and needs her bandmate's help preparing for the role.
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24 Apr 2026
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She grabbed a couple of painkillers from the cabinet and swallowed them with a handful of water from the sink. Her hands shook as she brought the water to her mouth.
Rumi had time. She could finally focus on something other than faults and fears, and she intended to focus on things that mattered.
She'd be feeling better in a couple of weeks, tops.
An exploration of love in the face of impending loss.
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What if being a hybrid didn't make Rumi longer lived--what if it did the opposite?
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23 Apr 2026
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“You are not fooling us.” Mira states, coldly.
“Where’s Rumi, demon?” Zoey hisses maliciously.
“What!? Zoey, Mira, it’s me!”
She takes a step back, hands raised. Her girls are behaving as if they saw her patterns, but… she made sure they were not visible?
“Zoey, look, we call Celine, she can confirm-”
“No need! Come on. We believe you.” Zoey cheerfully says, still smiling. “Rumi, everything’s OK. We were just thrown off by your ruined costume.”
“However…”, Zoey uses her left index finger to point down, “…your patterns are visible on your tummy.”
Horrified, Rumi looks down on her midriff, and lo and behold, three centimeters of jagged purple lines are visible on her skin!
“Bingo! How fun!” Zoey exclaims, her distraction working.
Rumi feels a hit on her left shoulder, something like a solid punch, not painful but it throws her off to the side making her stumble. She watches in fascinated disbelief the rear portion of a Shin-kal buried in her shoulder, with its gold filigree tassel gently swaying, blood darkening the fabric around the hilt.
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21 Apr 2026
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